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Not much to say but that I'm still studying like mad. And that any new art won't be around for a while. I said before that my interest and motivation for things have gone down - my hype for Ratchet and Clank's kinda faltered though its still one of my favorite franchises. I guess that happens when you have outside matters to deal with. I'll always be creative and into art and stories, but I've been getting more serious about my work, studies and whatnot. Sorry for sounding like a downer. I won't ever quit art or stories or DA, but I won't be around as much as I used to.

That wasn't meant to sound that depressing. I still check things as regularly as possible and again, to all those who commented and favorited, thanks so much and all that.

Still going with the Ratchet and Clank Lifeforce fic. I hope its not getting boring; it's becoming hard to keep updates going.



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This was my most recent traditional painting which I did sometime before Christmas Last Year. You'll see the Van Gogh style is similar to the Pencil Box design - this is where I took it from, this was done before. The little wizard is a funny character; His clothes are based off of Rankin Bass's character Schmendrick the Magician from the 'Last Unicorn'.
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 Lifeforce Chapter 50

“You are a manipulator.
I like to think of myself more as an outcome engineer.” 
 
J.R. Ward
, Lover Eternal

Paper Pains

Trisby could feel a pulse, heavy and pounding, in her head. Her side was stinging to the point of making her feel sick, but she shook it off the best she could. She had to stay focused. Through the broken wall she could see Ratchet and the two war-bots battling it out with the strange lightning-bulb robot (which is what she could best describe it as) taking hits at it from beneath its spinning arms of death.

When did her inner thoughts begin sounding like that robot scientist with the overlarge head?

Half-limping, Trisby moved to the shattered wall and slowly heaved herself over the rubble, gritting her teeth. She turned her head away from the battle and to the library – little minions where running all over the curving building on the outside, frantic – but they didn’t look strong enough to be a problem.

But more would arrive. The ‘villains’ must know that they were here by now. Breathing in, she called out to Ratchet just as he was tossing another grenade under Light-Bulb Boss. “Ratchet! We have no time – we have to get in and get that book n-“

She doubled over, the stain of her call sending a stab of pain through her side and cutting her off. She gave a small cough and forced herself to breathe in, barely able to keep herself in control of her body. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Clank’s face light up in alarm when he saw her.

“Trisby-“

The grenade exploded beneath the robot and it spun frantically – this time losing its balance. It spun, still spinning like a crazed carousel, into one of the buildings nearby with a thunderous crash. Ratchet pumped his fist into the air in triumph.

“Yes!”

“Ratchet, NOW!” Trisby barked. The lombax finally snapped out of battle-mode and looked at her, blinking. Trisby shook her head in exasperation, trying to ignore the alarm dawning on his face, too.

“Cronk, Zephyr, did we get nanotech?” He called, moving over to the small cat woman quickly – but she stepped back from him, her face hard.

“Sure did!”  The confused Cronk called from nearby.

“Just move...” Trisby muttered, as Clank hopped down from Ratchet’s back to stand beside her. “We have to do this now. They saw us – the surveillance drones.”

Ratchet reached down and plucked her off the ground. Trisby looked mortified, hitting her hand against the side of his head.

“Ratchet! I will tear off your fluffy ears if –“

“Trisby, I don’t care if you’re actually able to get hurt, it doesn’t make you any less terrifying!” Ratchet burst out, moving back over to the warbots quickly. Trisby cocked a brow up at him as Clank chortled quietly, having returned to his back. Ratchet actually leaned his head away from Trisby a little just in case. She couldn’t help but smirk despite the fogginess in her brain.

“I still got it after all these years...” She muttered.

Ratchet’s heart was pounding in his chest as he took hold of the nanotech dispenser. He laughed, trying not to hear the off-ness in his own voice. “Not bad for a little old cat lady.”

“...Don’t push your luck.” Trisby muttered. “You’ll still need your ears if you’re going to find that stupid book.”

He activated the nanotech box and watched as the soft blue substance homed on her injury. Trisby didn’t really budge. Ratchet bit his lip, “How bad is it?”

“I’ve been hurt more in my lifetime than this.”Trisby sighed, turning her head away from him – and to the library. “We need to move. Now.”

Ratchet glanced at the three robots around him and shrugged, slowly passing Trisby to Clank on his back. She stiffened a little at being ‘held’ like this, but said nothing as Ratchet took off in a sprint towards the ball-like building ahead, flanked by Cronk and Zephyr.

Ratchet had noticed something. He replayed it in his head again and again. The light-blue substance of the Nanotech looked a lot like the smoky augment of the Lifeforce.

He’d think about it later. He whipped out a blaster and aimed forward, shooting down the various minions that leaped in his way. Ratchet ducked the next one, letting Zephyr whack it with the butt of his weapon, and advanced up the stairs towards the door.

“I’m just gonna bust it down – no time for lock picking or vent-travelling, Clank.”

“Affirmative.” Clank called back. The remaining surveillance bots where all looking at them, but he supposed by now that ship had sailed. Ratchet pulled out the last remaining grenades he had and tossed them forward. They smacked against the door ahead and exploded on impact, the door shattering in their wake. Ratchet thanked the stars for the simplicity of this entrance and hurried inside.

“All right, where did Ickabar say he’d left that book again?” He muttered. Trisby snorted.

“You tell us, vision boy.”

He tried not to frown, and racked his brain. It was a letter – a letter they had all seen, not a vision – from someone who received the book here and told Ickabar about it. He thought hard. Oh, yeah. They had the one copy there, the original, to begin making more. It would be in storage, then, right, not on the shelves?

“They weren’t distributed yet.” Ratchet said aloud, “It’ll be in storage. There’s gotta be some kind of map in this place for tourists or something.”

“Tourists on a gel planet.” Trisby muttered quietly, reinforcing the absurdity of the universe n a single blunt repeat.

“Must be.” Clank said jubilantly. Ratchet turned his head a little, confused by the tone.

“Wait, what...?”

Clank’s hand was pointing over his shoulder and toward the wall to their left. Upon it was a large square map detailing the layout of the library. Ratchet thanked the stars for whatever tourist prompted this. “Well. Guess we’ll be less time in here after all.”

“Go for storage.” Trisby muttered quietly. Ratchet’s glee faded at that and he broke into a run, Cronk and Zephyr on his tale. It was dim inside the hall, so he shined his torch onto the map. He scanned it as quickly as possible. West Wing, East Wing, couch suit, doughnut bar, storage!

“There it is. It’s not far.” Ratchet turned and sprinted down the left corridor, the others following. Their footsteps rang through the empty building like gongs. He took another left, ignoring the piles of books – it seemed they had all been scattered from the shelves, as if a rabid dog had been searching through them.

That wasn’t a good sign. His stomach sinking, Ratchet skidded to a halt outside a tall door marked ‘storage’. “...”

Cronk and Zephyr shared a glance. “Rookie, I don’t t’ink this is the time to wait around for the receptionist ta help.”

“The shelves – someone’s already been here.” Ratchet said, glancing at the door. He had a bad hunch about this, though it was far-fetched. He raised his weapon and slowly turned the door handle. Old-fashioned for such a highly polished, curvy building...

He slowly opened the door and peered in, pointing his gun inside. A light automatically turned on, revealing a long, narrow room that was more like a dead-end hall, with file cabinets on either side stacked all the way up to the ceiling. It looked almost squished. But it was empty.

“All right.” Ratchet pushed the door open to the full and hurried in. Cronk and Zephyr slipped in behind him and closed it again, glancing around the room. They clearly had no idea what to do.

Clank hopped off Ratchet’s back and pulled open one of the file drawers that he could reach. “If this facility is up to standard it should be in alphabetical order.”

Ratchet had just grabbed the closest cabinet to him and pulled it open, feeling oddly frantic. Trisby, still on his back, was saying nothing. Ignoring his worry he rummaged through the books and files, looking at each cover but finding nothing that had Ickabar’s name on it. Cronk was just tossing out books one by one, going ‘Nope, nope, negative’”

“Slow down, ya darn fool, so I can double-check the name!” Zephyr said, jabbing at the other robot. Ratchet sighed ,exasperated.

“Guys, not now, come on; Tachyon’s goons will be on our heads soon. Hey – use those books we don’t need to barricade the door.”

“Chuck them at the minions if they come near. Hardbacks do hell of a punch.” Trisby said, albeit quietly. Ratchet, feeling a little reassured, moved on to the next cabinet.

“You’ll be there all day if ya keep that up!”

The group leaped to their feet and pointed their blasters at the source of the new voice, sans Clank. At the end of the squished cabinet-lined hall was a ladder that Ratchet could have sworn wasn’t there before. Climbing down from it, and out from behind a stack of books, was someone large, spiked and blue.

“...You’re kidding.” Ratchet said. The Plumber turned, still on the ladder, and adjusted his hat. He looked quite at ease.

“Well I’d ask ya if you where kiddin’ that this thing is still going after what, a year n’ a half? What was it, November?”

Ratchet and Clank shared a look, with Ratchet barely forcing down a grimace to that. It made absolutely no sense, but they didn’t have time to argue. “Well we are picking up the pace, as they say.” Clank ventured, stepping forward. “You would not happen to know what we’re looking for?”

“If you’re lookin’ for something that was delivered but didn’t go anywhere after that – ya know, hostile take-overs do that to a schedule – then ya’d probably need to look in the basement.” The Plumber said pleasantly, dusting off his hands. Ratchet blinked.

“Basement?”

“You’re standin’ on the door, Sonny.” Plumber replied, giving a humorous huff. Ratchet looked down. Indeed, a square trap door sat just below his feet. He sighed heavily. Why is it whenever the Plumber showed up, things got weird? He supposed he hadn’t been looking at the floor.

The Plumber shoved the ladder he’d just used into Ratchet’s hands. The lombax nearly tipped over. “Whoa-“

“I’d best be goin’, gotta clear up some plumage on the third floor. “ The Plumber sauntered, carefree, out of the door, the group staring after him. Ratchet shook his head, feeling numb with confusion, and pulled open the door below him.

It was dark. Unwanted memories of their cave experience flashed in his head, but he tried not to think of it. “All right, down and up again. I’ll be quick.”

He began lowering the ladder. Cronk was still tossing books out of every cabinet he got his hands on. Zephyr, meanwhile, was peering out the door and down the hall.

“Well ya better hurry – I think I can hear some walls blowin’ up. Something big’s comin’.” He remarked uneasily.

“Be careful, Ratchet.” Clank said as Ratchet hopped onto the ladder, to descend into the dark. Trisby, who had moved from his back to a wall nearby, chuckled.

“Watch out for the ghosties.”

Ratchet looked at her. He truly wondered if that was meant to be a joke or not. But, he turned his head away and began climbing down, feeling his anger at Trisby return just a little. He pulled out his flashlight and directed it around him. He could make out desks, letters, pinned-up notices, and lots and lots of crates. All of them where filled with books so dusty they looked like they hadn’t been touched in years.

Just what he was looking for. He lifted a pile and placed it on the desk, his flashlight jammed between chin and chest in an awkward fashion. He tried not to sneeze. This book stuff was probably one of the most infuriating missions he’d ever had...

He ran his finger down the covers. The pile he’d chosen wasn’t correct. He did it again, and again, forcing himself to go slowly. He got to the third crate and lifted a pile. He heaved the especially heavy load onto the desk, lifting his flashlight to get a better look – and stopped.

Right on the top was a thick, blue fairly small book, purple-black with blue lettering. The title had long deteriorated, almost smudged – but as clear as day, on the bottom, read ‘Ickabar Locksher’.

Ratchet felt a quiet, relief-filled laugh escape him. At last, they had gotten somewhere. But then his fingers suddenly froze. Not stiffened. The temperature in his hand just dropped as if he’d plunged it into ice-cold water.

Spooked, he dropped the book. What the heck?!

He felt the air stir with a soft, barely there breeze. Almost like something had breathed on him, which was unnerving even said in his head. Ratchet licked his lips and shone the flashlight around, his heart beginning to quicken. Not now – he thought this was over with!

“Ratchet?” Clank called worriedly from above. Ratchet paused.

“Its fine, just give me a moment – I’ll hurry.” He said, quickly. He grabbed the book again, only for his fingers to go cold again. He ignored it this time and flipped through it, seeing words and diagrams – but he didn’t have time to read.

He looked at the scientific mumbo-jumper on one page, though. Augmentation, healing...

Wait. Something’s not right here.

The book burst into little sparks. Ratchet yelped and jumped back. From above he heard Clank give an audible gasp.

Ratchet felt despair, plain and simple, almost floor him. “What? No – that’s not –“

Something fell over in the corner. Ratchet looked, freezing, thinking it would be something bad – but it was only another stack of books. Lying on the floor, having slipped from its place, was a small book bound in paper packaging. It looked as if it had been opened then wrapped up again.

“...Huh?” Ratchet strode over and picked it up. The paper covering it crinkled, having grown stiff and solid after so long. He pulled it off and there was the exact same book – only it looked less refined. It hadn’t been factory-bound, anyone who worked in building could say that.

He opened it. Inside was a small, folded up piece of paper against hand-written print. Ickabar had written this himself. And, he could see scribbles and lined-out words, mistakes here and there. Ratchet picked up the folded paper and opened it, slowly, hopping it wouldn’t explode into little blue sparks.

To whoever has the copy of my book;

My friend there at the library couldn’t be reached. I am asking that any copies published be taken back – not many where made. There are mistakes in it I wish to remedy upon – further – evaluation. In fact I may withdraw publishing for now. I’m sending the original manuscript for my friend Fredrickson to keep. But he is NOT to distribute it or let anyone else read it.

I apologize for my crudeness and suddenness, but this is a matter of importance that I will explain later.

Yours sincerely, Ickabar Locksher

“...He tried to take it back.” Ratchet muttered, slowly, unnerved. He remembered Ickabar’s frantic notes back on Fastoon, how he regretted his discovery – now it seems he’d tried to hide it, completely. Something was very, very wrong.

“What is it, Ratchet?” Clank called. Ratchet hurried to the ladder, holding the book tight. He waved the letter up before beginning to climb, “Ickabar tried to stop the book from going out – he didn’t want people to find out what he had!”

“Found out what?” Cronk asked, poking his head over the trap door opening as Ratchet hurried up, narrowly avoiding bumping his head against his.

“That’s the point – Ickabar found something wrong, something dangerous about the Lifeforce, and he did everything he could to hide it so no one would know!” Ratchet said, as Clank read over the note.

“Ah, I knew this whole ghost-spirit magic stuff was trouble!” Cronk said, throwing up his arms. Ratchet ducked to avoid them, “Lookit all the trouble it caused when people don’t even know that much about it!”

“I think it is best that we secure the Lifeforce, wherever or whatever it may be,” Clank chimed in, “Without...delving too much into it.”

They all looked at him, blinking. Ratchet agreed, of course, but he wondered if Clank was onto something else. The little robot sighed, and Ratchet could have sworn he’d seen him avoid his eye.

“I believe your encounter with it, although it has helped our mission, has caused you...pain and ill health, Ratchet. As it obviously did Ickabar, and his archaeologist friends –and possibly anyone else who studied it. It is almost akin to banned substances. Beneficial at the first try, but with negative side effects that are not worst its benefits.”

Ratchet didn’t like the way he worded that at all. It made him feel odd, like he was being accused, and what made it even worse was that he knew Clank was right. Ratchet fiddled with the manuscript in his hands, flipping through the pages with his thumb without really looking. “...You’re right on that one, pal. The sooner this thing’s buried again, the better.”

“And this time we shall make sure no one else discovers it again. No one...of ill intent or otherwise.” Clank said with a nod. Cronk shrugged,

“That’s fine by me. I said before – magic stuff’s best left alone, folks.” Trisby quietly shook her head in the corner, but said nothing.

Something else fell on the floor with a soft plop. Clank reached down and plucked up another piece of paper that had been tucked in with the pages of the book. Ratchet blinked. “Oh.”

“It is not another letter.” Clank said, peering at it curiously. “...I believe we have come across a figure like this before?”

He turned over the paper for all to see. It was a drawing of a lean, ghost-like figure, and Ratchet’s stomach flipped in alarm when he recognised it. The eye, single, long and with a diamond-like middle, had haunted him since he’d been through Ickabar’s memories.

But it had always been the blank face with only those eyes. Now there was a tear-shaped face, like that of the Loki – but this creature was beyond anything beastly. Slight and with a long head-tail that fell all the way down her back. She was looking off to the side, her face lofty and detached, with the faintest hint of sadness upon it.

 “It’s a ghost!” Zephyr said unhappily from behind Ratchet. “Burn it!”

“It’s a Thora...one of importance, maybe – perhaps the one we saw on the walls of the caves.” Clank said with his hand in the air. Ratchet tried to look away from the drawing, but couldn’t. Hadn’t he seen snatches of the Thora sprinkled in with Ickabar’s memories? It was all so...behind him now that he barely remembered.

“...It rings a bell...” He muttered, looking away at last.

Clank looked back at the picture. “Perhaps we could ask IRIS about this woman.”

“Wouldn’t she have told us about her is she’d known?” Ratchet asked, folding the paper packaging back over the book, this time putting it in his pack. “Let’s just- get going.” Hadn’t Clank just said a whole ‘Don’t look for answers we don’t need?’

“Thank goodness you’ve finally decided to say that.” Trisby mumbled from the wall. Ratchet went over and picked her up, ignoring the heated glare, and slipped her onto his harness alongside Clank.

Cronk and Zephyr took the lead this time, heading out the door, blasters totted. There was something stamping through the halls, but it sounded too far to be an immediate threat. Ratchet didn’t want to stick around and find out what it was.

“Let’s go out through the windows – I saw pretty big ones around the sides.” Ratchet remarked as they hurried along.

“Ratchet...” Clank said slowly. The group halted. Cronk and Zephyr turned, looking behind Ratchet’s back – and aimed their weapons.

“Freeze, you big-headed whipper-snapper!”

Ratchet felt whatever luckiness he’d had moments ago faded. Groaning, he turned around and lifted his blaster. Lo and behold, there was Nefarious – right down the hall, his head half-mended in a crude, quick manner, his hands on his hips and his jaws grinding.

“I thought I’d catch you slow-poles scurrying through here. You didn’t exactly make it hard to track you!” He took a single step forward – and was greeted by a chorus of loading clicks. He halted.

Clank leaned over Ratchet’s shoulder. “We heard about your...ceased contract with your fellow villains, Nefarious.”

The robot stiffened, momentarily taken back. “How do you know about that?”

Ratchet grinned, “Oh, you know, hero intuition-“

“It was that stupid mute helmet-wearing runt wasn’t it?” Nefarious barked. The group stared at him. Cronk and Zephyr because they had no idea who he referred to, Clank and Ratchet because they had no idea how Nefarious knew.

“Uuuh...”

Ratchet’s communicator rang. Nefarious scowled at him, furious at the interruption – but the lombax slowly pulled it out and pressed ‘answer’.

No voice. But they all could have sworn they heard a soft, faint inward chuckle.

 

Ratchet and Clank Fanfic: Lifeforce Chapter 50

CHAPTER FIFTY. CAKE EVERYOOOONE.

AND WE'RE NOT EVEN HALF-WAY. 

Or maybe me are, it certainly feels it. A year and a half this has been going, thanks to all who read it.

I'll be dead by the time I hit a hundred. Sorry for this ceremonious number to receive a very bookish chapter.

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This eerie looking thing was inspired by Picasso and Salvador Dali (funny mustache guy) You'd notice the stain-class like motive behind it - its meant to be Picasso-esp but its also where I drew my Pencil Box design from, this and another old painting of mine. Dunno if this would count as Cubism...its been a while since I studied Art.
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Not much to say but that I'm still studying like mad. And that any new art won't be around for a while. I said before that my interest and motivation for things have gone down - my hype for Ratchet and Clank's kinda faltered though its still one of my favorite franchises. I guess that happens when you have outside matters to deal with. I'll always be creative and into art and stories, but I've been getting more serious about my work, studies and whatnot. Sorry for sounding like a downer. I won't ever quit art or stories or DA, but I won't be around as much as I used to.

That wasn't meant to sound that depressing. I still check things as regularly as possible and again, to all those who commented and favorited, thanks so much and all that.

Still going with the Ratchet and Clank Lifeforce fic. I hope its not getting boring; it's becoming hard to keep updates going.



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Aaaahhh What by MiharuWatanabeI love ReBoot by thebadkittyCrash Bandicoot stamp by RobinBaxterButt


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Thanks for the awesome and well written stories on fanfic.com!
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Thanks so much ^^
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